Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Why, I ask you, would a person have a completely headache-free day and then the moment she lays her head on her pillow, it begins? Rzzl Frzzzl Grrr. It meant I slept poorly and had to get up in the night and take a pill that, unfortunately, didn't do the trick 100% but went as far as putting me into a semi-coma that will make me later than I want to be for work this morning.

While waiting for my oatmeal porridge to cool enough to eat, I might as well update the blog. As if there is anything of interest to report.

Not.

I was telling Dad on the phone last night that we are having the kind of days where, when I go for a walk, I don't need mitts on but still need my hood up because the wind is cutting even in this unseasonably warm temperature.

We've also had a bit of snow in recent days, so everything is blanketed in a soft white.

There, the porridge is cool enough to pass through my lips. I'm off and running on the road to the office!

P.S.
Grandpa Benson's birthday today. I think he'd be turning 102, but I doubt he'd've liked to reach that age, feeling as he did the last few years of his life.